491 What Am I Doing?

In the early morning, as the first rays of sun cut through the thick mist, making dew drops form on the beautiful roses planted along the fence, a bright young man stood leaning on his big luggage bag that still had the baggage tag.

In that long, lonely road, with trees lined up on both side, that lonely figure eluded a sense of loneliness and confusion.

With a cigarette in his hand, he absent-mindedly stood there in front of the cementary making the security guard uneasy.

That handsome, well-dressed man, who had a scholarly aura around him was staring blankly most of the time, but whenever there was someone entering the place, he would perk up and his dark eyes gazed at those people with expectation and soon as if he realised that was not the person he was looking for, he'd be dejected. He stood there for a long time now yet he still had no plans of leaving anytime soon.